It was hard to understand him. And even harder to comprehend her. The personalities they bore could define the word contrast.
For opposites to attract, there has to be the presence of some miniscule similitude between two individuals but for them, alas, there lay nothing alike.
And so they loathed each other with a rage that could drive the demons afar.
But when did all that bitter passion reconstruct itself into something sweet is what I am trying to trace. Maybe their souls were drained, like a dying star, of all that fire against one another and they lazed their way down to affection.
Now just imagine two of the most ferociously powerful hearts created by all of the winds of hell and the hearth of heaven falling for the capacity with which the other could hate. Imagine an attachment that maimed them while obliterating any obstacle that attempted at keeping them apart. Imagine them falling in love with the resentment the other possessed, the exasperation they could feel intertwining with their skin, the fury that churned in their blood and the agony that pranced in their eyes.
An inferno engulfing the entirety around them as they twirl in each other's arms is what I see. A glowing radiance unfurling in the space surrounding them as the rest of us go sightless is what I see. A love imbued with a vehemence so dreadful, it hauls the passion to vaporise the world around them is what I see.
My instincts were forewarned of the end that this wrath of love could bring upon us. Yet I watched for there was nothing as captivating as a war bathed in abhorrence and then parched with love.
- Excerpt from the book I'll never write
- Rati
